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Chapter 143 Tool Man

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    Through the mobile phone, Song Yan could feel Song Yu's burning anger. In order to save her life, she rushed to the hospital wisely.  The small composition has been posted for five or six hours, and now it is deleted, and there is no way to prevent it from being reposted on the Internet on a large scale.

    I don't know how many fans she has gained this time.  After all, this is all first-hand information, and fidelity.  Song Yan laughed unkindly twice.

    Because she was in a hurry to get to the hospital, Song Yan didn't notice the figure behind her.  The man kept a distance of more than five meters from her, and seemed inconspicuous.

    As soon as he stepped into the door of the lounge, a magazine flew over his head.  Terrified, Song Yan took two deep breaths at the door, holding a small makeup mirror in her hand, following the light, and turning around from left to right.

    Sitting inside in turn, her brother, Qiao Nuo, Qin Muxuan, Ji Ning, David and Aivia.

    "Aivia is here!" Song Yan's scalp tingled suddenly.  Aiweiya is Niya's successor, one of the three chariots of the lp group, and is good at public relations and publicity.  Her whereabouts have always been erratic, and now she appears here.  Could it be that she bombed her here?

    Song Yan has already retreated, this room cannot be entered.

    "What are you dawdling about? Come in for me!"

    Another magazine flew over her head with a "swish" and hit the opposite wall.  The sound of impact echoed continuously in the corridor.

    "Song Yan, how long are you going to dawdle?" Song Yu walked towards Song Yan impatiently, with an unlit cigarette still in his mouth.

    "sorry!"

    Song Yan took a step forward, trembling, and bowed 90 degrees to everyone.  Although I don't know why I have to apologize, but saving my life is the most important thing.

    Song Yu didn't expect Song Yan to apologize so directly, those scolding words disappeared from his mind immediately.

    "Song Xiaoyan, where did you go wrong? Tell me!" Qiao Nuo gave Song Yan a "click" gesture with a half-smile.

    Song Yan's face darkened in an instant, but she kept her head down so that no one could see her depressed expression.

    "Anyway, I'm sorry to cause you trouble!" Song Yan said aggrievedly.

    "Xiaoyan, look into my eyes and repeat what you just said."

    Song Yan's heart trembled violently.  Did this Aiweiya come to tease her on purpose?  She clearly knew that she couldn't tell a lie in front of Song Yu.

    Should she just pretend to be dizzy!

    She can't handle this big scene!  The heart is about to stop beating.

    "Aivia, forget it, don't bully the children. Time is running out."

    As soon as Ji Ning spoke, Song Yan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally someone stood by her side.

    "Xiaoyan, you are quite good at writing short essays. It just so happens that I am short of an assistant to sort out the materials. Why don't you come over and help me!"

    "this¡­¡­"

    The corners of Song Yan's lips twitched slightly. Sure enough, this sister can't be expected to be black and white.

    "I know I'm causing you trouble, but it's all true. Kris didn't do anything wrong, why should he be hacked like that. Besides, Lin Ya's father took the lead in hacking him. He shouldn't be given  A lesson?" Song Yan complained in a low voice.

    Her voice was very low, and she couldn't speak clearly. She thought that everyone couldn't hear what she was saying.  However, she forgot that all six people present can read lips.

    "Since you're so angry, why don't you write more short essays?" Aiweiya burst out laughing.

    "Ah?" Song Yan was dumbfounded, what does this mean?

    Just wrote a small essay, and her brother jumped up in anger. If she wrote a few more essays, would she die?

    "Xiaoyan, your star chasing trumpet, the fans under the skin are quite powerful. In 30 minutes, the number of reposts of your essay broke through 100,000. And there is another person who cooperated very well with the materials you gave and made it.  Erchuang wrote a 30,000-word short story about sadomasochism."

    David gloated and lifted the frame on the bridge of his nose, and the lens reflected two ghastly rays of light.  On the wall of the hut, two data analysis tables are projected.  The first one is the fan growth table within six hours after the small composition is released; the second is the growth table of derivative works within six hours after the small composition is released.

    For the convenience of comparison, a column chart and a line chart are attached next to the table.

    "This this this" Song Yan already wanted to run away.  Was her trumpet directly stolen by this group of people?  Why are these data so detailed.  Isn't this directly exported and processed from the background?

    She was really, impulsively, blowing up her trumpet.  That number, she raised three??Ah.  There are also a bunch of diss her brother's essays posted on it.

    "Xiaoyan, this is the list of people we screened out and need you to reply to private messages."

    On the projection, a row of id names appeared.  The serial number of the last id is 200.  These ids have at least 100,000 fans under their skins, and they are all people who have their own fixed interpersonal networks in the niche circle.

    Dare to speak and dare to go out of the circle.

    These people, are they trying to treat her as a tool without emotion?

    Song Yan took a deep breath, she really got into trouble.  Daringly, this is not a criticism meeting, but an explanation meeting for the use of tools.

    "Also, talk carefully about this 'Zeng Yujiawei'. We preliminarily deduce that the owner of this id is Lin Ya's classmate. If you confirm that she is really Lin Ya's classmate and is willing to speak for Lin Ya, you can  Ask her if she would like to visit Lin Ya. But the visiting rules need to be emphasized with her again and again. "

    Song Yan looked at David listlessly. In order to do this ppt, he must have stayed up all night.  Why is he still so excited now, as if he has won five million.

    "Xiaoyan, I know I'm handsome, but can you watch the ppt now? If you make a mistake later, we won't let you go!" David flashed a wink to Song Yan, and Song Yan only felt  Stomach pain.

    It's not easy to be a tool man!

    "There are 30 short essays in this USB flash drive, and the order of publication is marked for you. Within three days, send them out in different time periods. You can modify the words in it to make them more colloquial. Elvis has already written  The files on the cloud disk are classified, and those without access passwords are all materials you can use. When using them, remember to watermark them!"

    "In addition, the control, review and data analysis are all in the charge of the lp media team. Just don't catch anyone and scold anyone. Our goal is to let your trumpet increase to 2 million fans within three days."

    "Hehehe" Song Yan's face almost froze with laughter.

    The number of fans has increased to 2 million, and she doesn't want to be an internet celebrity, so why do she need so many fans?

    Moreover, with so many fans in such a short period of time, are you sure these are not black fans?

    ? In these years, the fastest way to increase followers is not to recruit gangsters?

    Let people scold you, scold you desperately, and then you will have traffic, popularity and money!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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